I miss the following things:
- Being able to purchase a box containing 10 lbs of restaurant-grade meat for $20 from one of our local bars.
- Getting up before dawn to dress like a mujahideen to get to the grocery store before everyone else, and then coming home and doing my best Karen Silkwood impression with a hot shower.
- Spending a day watching musicians from around the world on TV making music from their homes.
- The sense of “we’re all in this together,” and “we’ll get through this.”
Now, instead, everybody is in some kind of denial that cases are on the rise, the Delta variant is here and multiplying, and kids under 12 cannot be vaccinated yet.
Instead, I go to Target, and a woman pushes her cart right up behind me, with her unmasked kid sitting in it, who makes a very loud, wet cough right on to my motherfucking back.
I managed to only turn around 75% before I stopped myself.
I honestly don’t know what would have happened if I’d made eye contact.
At least I got to take a Karen Silkwood shower when I got home.
Just wish it felt like it was enough.